Chapter 25
KILLA
The taste of Cassidy’s bloody cunt is still on my tongue, and the way she clung to me without realizing is still vivid in my mind as I ride toward the old warehouse owned by the club.
After helping her place her pad in her panties, I pulled them up her legs and begrudgingly walked out of the apartment, giving the prospect at the end of her corridor strict instructions to keep me informed of her every movement.
I consider moving her into the clubhouse so I can track her more easily, just in case she has any communication with the sick fucks who had a hand in the numerous murders of women.
Then I consider Noah and know it’s not a good idea.
The kid is clearly struggling with some shit, and I need to speak to Cass about this and her association with her brother.
Did he hurt Noah?
Did his men scare the kid?
Would Noah recognize them?
Would he know Alisha?
A truck revs its engine, and I look over my shoulder to see a gun being held out of the passenger window, then move to the opposite side of the road. “Fuck!” I bellow and push the throttle forward. A bullet whizzes past my head. “Motherfucker.” And another. “Goddamn.”
I’ve two choices: continue on to the warehouse or head back to the clubhouse. Knowing my brothers might be in trouble has me heading toward the warehouse.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I weave through the vehicles littering the road. The truck is still moving in my direction, picking up speed, but at least the bullets have stopped, if only temporarily because of witnesses.
I hold the phone to my ear, and Savage answers straight away.
“Speak,” he barks, and I know he’s unaware of any issue; otherwise, he’d never answer like that.
“Being followed into the warehouse, leading ’em in.” Then I end the call. He got a heads-up and will be prepared for them.
The brow of the hill is up ahead, so I slow down ever so slightly to make sure I don’t lose them, or they lose me, and the dumbasses follow as predicted, unaware I’m now baiting them.
I shake my head at the dense fuckers who thought it was a good idea to go after an Unholy Savage, their Road Captain, no less.
Pulling into the warehouse grounds, I see the metal gate is open ahead but not an MC member in sight, but I know my brothers are lying in wait.
The truck gathering speed and the gunshots signify the start of the shootout. The truck’s tires are taken out as I park my bike, then my brothers drag the fuckers from the truck.
Perfect.
Two men I don’t recognize but am about to be up close and very fucking personal with are dragged in my direction. I tip my head toward the warehouse, taking out a cigarette, then light it up and check my phone for messages.
The prospect on Cassidy messaged me, and my heart does a weird, unfamiliar jump when I open it and find myself craving more.
Prospect: Took her kid to the park.
That’s it? That’s all he’s going to send me. Which fucking park? How do I know they made it there okay?
I grind my teeth and my pulse races, then I type out a reply.
Me: Which park? Send me a photo of ’em both.
“You comin?” Venom hollers.
Me: Now.
A photo comes through, and something inside me settles, and the sound of the blood pumping in my ears dissipates.
Cassidy is smiling at the bottom of the slide, and Noah is grinning widely at his mama. I zoom in on Cass, and the bite mark on her neck makes me touch the one she gave me on my chest.
Mine.
That’s what they are. Both of them.
“Killa!” Venom shouts.
“Yeah. I’m comin’.” I tuck my phone back into my pocket, with a smile that could rival any serial killer’s.
But I guess that’s what I am.
After all, that’s how I got my name.